By Chris Crutcher
Those six tales from acclaimed writer Chris Crutcher are approximately athletes, yet should not easily activities tales. right here he offers characters from a few of his best–loved novels, in addition to developing a few unforgettable new personalities, in stories of affection, dying, bigotry, heroism, and coming of age. a long time eleven+
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I pull close again. ” I feel her smile. “Yeah,” she says, “I thought so. I know it’s not the same, but it’s not always so great looking the way I do, either. ” She’s right. I think it’s not the same. ” she asks, and I think: I’d like to know anything about you. ” “I’m bulemic. ” I smile. “I’m a fat kid with faggot parents who’s been in therapy on and off for eighteen years,” I say. “Yes, I know what that is. ” “Close enough for discussion purposes. Don’t worry, I’m in therapy for it,” she says, noticing my concern.
My fear is nearly paralyzing, to tell the truth, but I’ve faced down this monster before—though, admittedly, he gets more fierce each time—and I’ll face him down again. When he beats me, I’m done. Heads turn as I move through the door. I simulate drying my butt with a towel, hoping for a casual twist-and-shout move. Your king is here. Rejoice. Marsha Stanwick stands behind the ticket table, and I casually hand her mine, eyes straight ahead on the band, walking lightly on the balls of my feet, like Raymond Burr through a field of dog poop sundaes.
But Dad wanted to know why I didn’t string the kid out awhile to give myself some practice. Gimme a break, Cecil B. I have only a semester of high school left. Part of me wants to wait Dad out, but another part wants to put him in his place so maybe he’ll go a little easier on MacArthur. You know, give Dad the experience of humility the Bible says is such a big deal. If I know myself, that second part will win out. “I think I’ve found my career,” I say at the dinner table. Family Rule 605 says all table conversation will be solemn: talk of world events, school issues, anything informative that the entire family can participate in.